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[Verse 1: Other Wise]
My existence is the only needed proof that I'm great spitter
My structure's always tend to alter like a shapeshifter
They call me in for extra points like a place kicker
Plus I'm going in on these bars... A-Lister
My pace differs, I can stop and even start again
Fashion's on point from the pea coat to the cardigan
I've hardly spent, while I know you tried just bargainin'
But girls still decline, no need to swipe your card again
Your limit's maxed, so quit the act
You can hit me when I'm relaxin, but it's guaranteed I'm kicking back
I'll strictly spit with an accent, so listen Jack
Photography you getting your ass kicked, picture that
I've developed from exposure, picture class
You're just pumped from being gassed up, Fix a Flat
I'm the one who they ask for to give em raps
So they hire me to kill shit, Mr. Black

[Verse 2: J Rob]
They bars is paltry; J R's ribaldry
Is part Harvey, part Pryor, part Chris Farley
Part Weird Al, part Vivaldi
Yall may stay the same, but I bring change
Shopping cart at Aldi
And ever since I was a sophomore
I've started every song off with a hard four
Yall soft; yall don't want war
This is more than syllables, silly boy
This an art form
I'm Jean Michelle Baschiat
Rob won't sell? Poppycock!
I'm hot as hell, Obvious
And time will tell if Robby flops
But its a safe bet that since I rhyme this well, probably not
They see my lyrics, they begin to fear it
What they read scared 'em, call that my Commi plot
And no matter what you say
I'm like a a painting by Claude Monet
In an exhibit behind glass
Cause ain't no body touching jay
You can pick yourself up, knock the dust away
Then come back and try your luck another day

[Verse 3: godAWFUL]
Mr. Ironic Name Rocking came knockin'
Get that picture and hold on to that chain locket
I ain't stoppin, got it? The rotors and the brakes rotten
Guaranteed to get that thing connected to your face noddin'
Gah, it's so much more than some rhyme schemes
Define me's like summer time heat with a fine breeze
Cool, calm, collected, evidence from the crime scene
The underdog squad just slapped the fuck out your top teams
God dammit! The god damage ya God's planet
God famished 'til god handed what god's plannin
Whole new testament, rhetoric they can model
Benefit off the beverage, every sip in the bottle
The lesson is get ahead of it, never been in the follow
It's effortless to connect with it when it get up inside you
So either breathe this, or figure your retreat
Believe it or not, some of us are better off speechless
While they worry about the class of the sneakers
I'm worried about the path that they have underneath em
A voice like mine can attract all the people
Without a record making contact to the needles
So when you see him on stage smashing the speakers
I'm just pissing off the cats that actually need em
Arrogant prick, hysteric with hits
Nefarious type, pyramids, break barriers shit
So serious? Get the Joker blade in the mouth
I'm jamming up the trimmers; there's no fading him out

[Outro: godAWFUL]
I have a gigantic dick tip
UNGH
The best way to retire the booth, for real
I shouldn't say retire... shutting it down for a year
I'm talking too much, I do that, FUCK
I'm stilling doing it, What, Why Can't I stop?
I'm still doing it, Why can't I stop?

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